The Female Mid-Life Crisis

Well, different times, different symptoms. Fifty is the new 40, and my husband was my wife. I didn't gain weight and I still had most of my youthful looks, but I started to torment myself pondering the numberless, awful ways that the aging woman becomes ridiculous and undignified, while the 50-plus man gains power and recognition and sex appeal. Viewing the life cycle from a different perspective now, I recognized that I'd been happiest in my midthirties and early forties, holding all the cards of beauty and fertility—and now I was folding. The further away that bright shore of youth gets, the more desperately one struggles to reach it. I saw this but couldn't stop myself; I'd fight the current until spent.

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